My job requires that I travel. Quite a bit of late. I dont really mind it, as I oddly enjoy checking into hotels, packing and unpacking. I've gotten pretty good at it over the years. This trip is a bit different though. New Albany is a small town on the Indiana side of Louisville, Ky. Lets just say that there is not a lot going on there, and even less, when you are at a trade show at the Horseshoe Casino. Google map it, and you will see there is nothing close. When you are a vegan, and stuck here for almost a week. Plan on shedding a few pounds, because you are going to be hard pressed to find something to eat.
The rest of the week was slim pickings. These trade shows include lunch, which is marginally edible for the default crowd, but even slimmer for me. I managed to pick around and find a few safe things, but suffice it to say, I was pretty hungry. For me, there is nothing worse than being hungry. I make a lot of bad decisions when I am hungry. Its like the beer goggles. I get food goggles, and I always wake up in the morning with that feeling of shame. My boss, who really thought he was helping me out, brought me and my other colleagues brownies, asked me if these were ok for me to eat. My survival instinct took over, and I decided that what I did not know could not hurt me. I could tell pretty clearly that I should not be eating these. I did, and I felt lousy the rest of the day. Hungry would have been better.
On a lighter note. Paula Deen was there that day, and I got relatively close to her, and I thought that it would be fun to ask her if she had any recommendations or recipes for vegans. However, knowing where I was, I thought better of it, as some burly boys around her might mistake me for some eco-terrorist and pummel me to within an inch of my life. In retrospect, I should have done it. I'm pretty sure, I wont be able to eat at the Paula Deen buffet when it opens there.
Completely off topic, two of my closest colleagues, Todd and Dave taught me how to shoot craps, and for 3 hours, I managed to forget about food, have fun, and at the end of the night I left with about 80 bucks more than I came with with. I think I could substitute my food anxiety with gambling, but knowing my addictive nature, I'd have a gambling blog up here before too long. Maybe I should stay away from casinos for a while.
Before I knew it, I was heading for home, back to my safe haven of veganism. My lovely wife, faithful dog, and my kids. Its nice to be home, walking into the kitchen, open the fridge.... what is that??? leftover pizza from my 2 carnivores... Pepperoni and Cheese.... Damn.... and in my safe haven too!